Twenty-five-year-old Devin Custalow was taking the subway with a friend in October when she happened to see a man she thought might be The One.
The common misconceptions about homeless people and their situation in life reveal the extreme narcissism present in our society: when we blame these people for their own suffering, we are no longer able to solve the problem at hand.
I love New York, but I don’t want a New York kind of love.
“He thought New York City was in California.”
And yet, New York, I love you. And I don’t mean that in the colloquial way, but in that ridiculous all-consuming inconvenient can’t live without you kind of way.
“If there’s anything I’ve learned from dating, it’s that all good things come to an end.”
Same city; not same borough. See what your location says about you.
Well I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your stereotypes. While being gay may influence my mannerisms and interests, it’s just my sexual orientation.
It’s fascinating, really when you encounter someone who leaves an imprint on you so deep that even the smallest trigger – a song title, a film, a name, a scent – will engulf you without warning in a tidal wave of emotions.
If you’re anything like me, work will become too much. You’ll leave the restaurant at 2 am. You’ll come back at 9 am. You won’t be able to go to auditions. You won’t be making as much money. You won’t be happy.